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Sheena perked up her ears and blurted, “I find that hard to believe. Corey seems so fierce. Is he really a gentle lamb in front of you?”

Barbara coughed awkwardly, suppressing embarrassment, and nodded with a hint of sheepishness.

Sheena could not help but chuckle.

Oh my, she could not even imagine how Barbara managed to tame the seemingly tough Corey.

It must be quite entertaining!

“Barbara, do you have any go

requested.

any good ideas? Please share them with me,

“Sheena

Barbara glanced at Elliot, who was still socializing, and whispered, “Don’t say it’s from me.”

Sheena nodded in agreement.

Leaning closer, Barbara shared her thoughts. “If he ever messes up, you should make him learn to kneel on something ‘comfortable‘, like the pebbled floor or a washboard. You must be firm, you know? Just like this… and that…”

Sheena frowned at the suggestion. “Isn’t that a bit harsh?”

Kneeling on a tiled floor was painful enough for her, and the thought of kneeling on a pebbled floor or something worse was unimaginable…

“A woman needs to be tough to secure her position!” Barbara affirmed.

Sheena silently nodded, finding some truth in the statement, and started considering the details.

Seeing that Sheena was taking her advice seriously, Barbara felt a bit uneasy. In fact, these were things she and Corey had discussed. They deliberately shared them with Sheena to prepare her for any potential mischief from Elliot.

It was a plan to ensure Elliot would not take advantage of their dear little sister.

Just as they finished their chat, Elliot, sensing the cue, strolled over from the crowd, and casually sat beside Sheena.

After standing through the socializing for a while, Sheena was still mindful of Elliot’s injuries and asked, “Tired?”

“Not too much,” replied Elliot with a steady voice.

Barbara also noticed he looked well and commented, “Seems like with Nana’s careful care these past few days, Mr. Jenkins has recovered quickly. Nana, when are you planning to return to the Lawson estate?”

“I…” Sheena was about to respond when a pair of well–defined hands suddenly grabbed her arm.

Immediately, Elliot displayed a pained expression with a hint of weakness, leaning heavily on her shoulder. “Nana, it still hurts…”

Sheena reached out to encircle his shoulders and checked his forehead. “Where does it hurt?”

Elliot gestured vaguely toward the wound near his heart, “Here, and my head feels dizzy…”

“Maybe you’ve been out in the cold for too long? Come on, let me take you back,” she suggested. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She helped Elliot stand up and turned to Barbara. “Barbara, could you handle things here for me?”

“Sure, leave it to me. Don’t worry,” Barbara replied, her gaze following the two as they left, supporting each other.

She could not help but chuckle, curious that the wound chose such an

inconvenient time to act up. She seemed to understand why Sheena claimed Elliot was not well– behaved.

The news of Elliot’s surprise appearance at Angle Group’s ribbon–cutting ceremony quickly made headlines that day. Even without revealing his ghostly mask in public, the sheer dominance of the Jenkins family’s new head was enough to earn the admiration of netizens.

Many praised the couple as a match made in heaven, enjoying the spectacle of their relationship. On the other hand, envy brewed among the elite socialites. However, the man at the center of attention, the one with immense power sitting atop the pyramid, was currently in the car on the way back to the mansion, enduring Sheena’s ear–twisting, his features contorted in pain, softly whimpering.

Sheena stared at him coldly, “I knew you were faking it. You put on quite a show, not exposing yourself in front of Barbara. Well played.”

Elliot smirked. “I’m flattered.” ‘Still so smug, eh?‘ Sheena thought.